[INTRO — IMMEDIATE HIGH ENERGY; hard dembow already running, surdo stomps, rapid darbuka, tamborim chatter, repinique cracks L↔R; playful female vocal riding the drums] Friday night, girls— that was the perfect interlude, but— [rapid drum fill] Saturdays are my new Fridays! [ALL PERCUSSION SURGES] Weeeeaaaaak— [half-beat vacuum] [HUGE DROP — dembow + surdo + sub + darbuka flam] END! [VERSE 1 — energetic melodic rap; bouncing dembow never fully drops out; samba percussion constantly answering lines] Monday had me questioning life Tuesday tried me twice Wednesday came with an attitude Thursday almost paid the price [repinique crack] Friday night I broke the seal shook the whole damn week right off Thought I’d wake up acting normal— nah. Apparently I’m still turned on. [darbuka roll] Hair down phone low one little drink then God knows I did my time I served my week Saturday came— [SURDO BOOM] don’t talk to me about sleep. [PRE-HOOK — percussion tightens instead of calming; fast darbuka rolls, rising caixa, sub pumping] I was tired I was drained one more email from insane But weakness packed and left my place— [rapid build] Saturday said— “RUN IT AGAIN.” [HOOK — huge samba-reggaetón explosion] Saturdays are my new Fridays I already danced through Friday night Weakness ended when the week did now I’m doing overtime on life Weeeeaaaaak end of my weak end I don’t need that version of me again Weekend weekend Put a little bass where the stress had been If you came to dance come lean in— this is where the weak ends and the weekend begins [POST-HOOK — chopped vocals ricochet L/R over running percussion] [L: weak ends] [R: weekend] [L: Friday] [R: Saturday] WEEEAAAAK— END! [VERSE 2 — filthy bouncing dembow; rolling sub, darbuka/tamborim trading fills] Now I’m outside like the rent got paid whole mood changed when the sunlight faded Friday lit the match Saturday walked in like— who told y’all the party was finished? Don’t send Teams don’t send mail don’t send “quick question” straight to hell If it can wait till Monday morning then congratulations— it can wait till Monday morning. Maybe brunch maybe bass maybe lipstick back on my face Maybe heels maybe sneakers maybe couch with the sub through the speakers Maybe one song turns into six maybe somebody says— “Chris, you need rest.” [ALL PERCUSSION CUT] No. [heel click] I need another mix. [INVITE BREAK — bare sub + darbuka heartbeat] And Tonalli— come here. You said you needed an application to join? Absolutely not. You don’t need an invite. Matter fact— nobody does. Just fill this in: [silence] Featuring: --- [HUGE BEAT SLAM] There. You’re in. [GRAVE-DIGGING BREAK — shovel scrapes, heels, low surdo, dirty darbuka] Alright girls— take a minute. We got two party poopers that gotta go. Weak? [BOOM] Dead. Wack? [BOOM] Dead. And we’re burying both— in heels. [heels L→R] Dig. [SCRAPE] Two. [THUD] Three. [SCRAPE] Four. Little deeper. They’ve been ruining weekends for way too long. [brief silence] Cute shoes though. [heel click] Wrong funeral. Cover ’em up. [BEAT DROP — 4–8 bars; NO LEAD VOCAL; full samba × reggaetón × darbuka explosion; thick sub, repinique/caixa rolls, agogô, psychedelic synth bends, extreme panning] [L: weak—] [R: wack—] [darbuka spiral] WEEEAAAAK— [beat slams] END! [4 bars percussion warfare] [everything collapses to sub + soft darbuka heartbeat] [BRIDGE — sensual half-time; ghost dembow, airy psychedelic haze] No alarm in my body no clock in my head No carrying Friday into Saturday bed I survived what I had to now give me my joy Turn the whole damn week down— turn the weekend— UPPPPPPPPP— [OUTRO — full dembow + Brazilian carnival percussion + furious darbuka] Weak end. [BOOM] Wack end. [BOOM] Same damn grave. We killed both. Saturdays are my new Fridays— and shit, we ain’t playing here. [ALL DRUMS HIT] WEEEAAAAK— END.
